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The Lamentation of a Sinner.
M.
O Lord
turn not away thy face,
frō him that lieth prostrate:
Lamenting sore his sinfull lyfe,
before thy mercy gate:
Which gate thou openest wide to those
that doo lament, their sinne,
shut not yt gate against me lord,
but let me enter in
frō him that lieth prostrate:
Lamenting sore his sinfull lyfe,
before thy mercy gate:
Which gate thou openest wide to those
that doo lament, their sinne,
shut not yt gate against me lord,
but let me enter in
And call me not to mine accompts
How I haue liued here:
For then I know right well (O Lorde)
How vile I shall appere.
I nede not to confesse my lyfe,
I am sure thou canst tell:
What I haue ben, and what I am
I know thou knowest it well.
How I haue liued here:
For then I know right well (O Lorde)
How vile I shall appere.
I nede not to confesse my lyfe,
I am sure thou canst tell:
I know thou knowest it well.
O lord thou knowest what things be past
And eke the thinges that be:
Thou knowest also what is to come,
Nothing is hid from thee,
Before the heauens & earth were made:
Thou knowest what thinges were then:
As all things els that hath bene since,
Among the sonnes of men.
And eke the thinges that be:
Thou knowest also what is to come,
Nothing is hid from thee,
Before the heauens & earth were made:
Thou knowest what thinges were then:
As all things els that hath bene since,
Among the sonnes of men.
And can the thinges that I haue done,
Be hidden from thee then:
Nay, nay, thou knowest them all (O Lord)
Where they were done and when,
Wherfore with teares I come to thee,
To begge and to entreat:
Euen as the child thht hath done euill,
And feareth to be beat.
Be hidden from thee then:
Nay, nay, thou knowest them all (O Lord)
Where they were done and when,
Wherfore with teares I come to thee,
To begge and to entreat:
Euen as the child thht hath done euill,
And feareth to be beat.
So come I to thy mercy gate,
Where mercy doth abound:
Requiring mercy for my sinne,
To heale my deadly wound,
O Lorde I nede not to repete,
What I doo beg or craue:
Thou knowest (O Lorde) before I aske,
The thing that I would haue.
Where mercy doth abound:
Requiring mercy for my sinne,
To heale my deadly wound,
O Lorde I nede not to repete,
What I doo beg or craue:
Thou knowest (O Lorde) before I aske,
The thing that I would haue.
Mercy good Lorde mercy I aske,
This is the totall summe:
For mercy Lorde is all my sute,
Lorde let thy mercy come.
This is the totall summe:
For mercy Lorde is all my sute,
Lorde let thy mercy come.
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